Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fear. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.